und could not
be analyzed. Chiquita in her college dress and college speech was not
the Chiquita of the forest. Day after day as the party wended its course
along the Grand River and over the range to those famous springs at the
Buena Vista ranch, she pointed out hunting grounds, battle fields where
Cheyennes fought the Utes, or Sioux came down from the north to wage a
war of conquest.

The buckboard was at Hot Sulphur Springs when they arrived. Miss Asquith
and Cal, it is needless to remark, found this conveyance more to their
liking, at least a part of the time, than the saddle method.

From the ranch excursions were made to Egeria Park, where the towering
Toponas rock lifted its ragged summit over five hundred feet in the air,
and on whose side a city of swallows, martins and mud-nesting birds
numbering into tens of thousands, dwelt until the winter breath drove
them to the warm southland. A trip to the famous Steamboat Springs, with
its porcelain frescoed caves, belching forth the peculiar chug, chug,
chug of a Mississippi boat, as though some giant ventriloquist were
navigating one of those floating palaces in the bowels of the earth.
Great trout were captured, after arduous labor, from the sluggish waters
of the Bear River, but little peace was afforded the whole trip from the
pestiferous swarms of red-legged grasshoppers exiled from the plains, to
be buffeted back and forth from the surrounding ranges of snow-capped
mountains, until the white man's destroying agency should catalogue them
with the auk, the buffalo and the red man; as Chiquita chronicled it,
"another example of the onward march of civilization."

The removal of the Utes from White River to the Uintah reservation had
been so distasteful to Chiquita that she seldom visited the remnants of
her people domiciled in a strange land. Many of these, however, made
pilgrimages to her ranch, and the various tourists who shared in her
hospitality had opportunity to see the blanket Indian in all his modern
splendor of cast-off army garments and civilian society apparel.

Yamanatz made his home a greater part of the year at his daughter's
place, but the aged chief had lost his vigor and only waited the call to
the Great Hunting Ground beyond. He took little interest in the comings
and goings of strangers, but enjoyed the company of Jack, who made it
his mission to entertain the old warrior in every manner possible as far
as he could.

The time for Chiquita t